V.G.D Base – Equipment Division
"Stop squirming. You look like a monkey with fleas."
Natasha Romanoff held a data tablet in one hand, glaring at the testing platform.
On the platform stood an invisible man—except for the faint outline of a specialized tactical vest hugging the air around him.
"That thing's… kinda tight," came the complaining voice of Silas Lawton.
"It has to contour to your skin," Natasha replied coolly, tapping commands. "Power on."
"Zzz—"
A soft electrical hum filled the room.
The faint silhouette of the vest shimmered—and then vanished completely, merging seamlessly into empty space.
"Whoa."
"This tactical rig uses S.H.I.E.L.D.'s latest 'Widow Weave' micro-fiber mesh," Natasha explained to Antony while lifting a full-coverage helmet fitted with lenses.
"Each strand has embedded light-refraction units. He can carry up to three kilograms without breaking the invisibility field."
She rotated the helmet in her hands.
"Helmet's coated too. Multi-band comms, HD motion camera. We'll see everything he sees."
"Impressive," Antony said with genuine admiration. "Why don't you use one?"
"Because it's expensive. Fragile. And I don't need it."
She smirked slightly.
"Wow, this feels incredible!" Silas's voice echoed excitedly.
"I finally don't have to run missions naked! This is what superhero benefits should look like!"
"Remember," Natasha said sharply to the floating helmet,
"This is infiltration—not a runway show. If you're spotted, that fabric won't stop one of Hawkeye's arrows."
"Relax, Ms. Romanoff! I'll be like a silent fart—undetectable but everywhere!"
"Terrible metaphor."
Across the room, Pietro Maximoff chewed gum and smirked.
"Don't slow me down, Invisible Man. Plan A takes one second. You're probably just here for moral support."
"We'll see, Speed Boy."
…
Antony stepped forward, smiling at both.
"Ready?"
"Always ready, sir!"
"Good."
"Time to shine."
------
Manhattan – Night
New York glittered under neon and stormlight.
Avengers Tower rose like a defiant beacon above the city.
Except now… the beacon glowed pink.
"…Ugh."
From a rooftop across the street, Pietro lowered his binoculars.
"Seriously? This aesthetic is criminal. Was Tony's brain controlled—or his interior designer?"
"Focus," Natasha's voice crackled through the comms.
"Positions confirmed. Silas—you're up first."
"Stark Tower security is airtight," she continued, studying the holographic layout. "For most people."
A catering truck rolled up to the entrance below, workers unloading crates of wine and gourmet food.
"Lorelei enjoys luxury. That's your opening."
"Front door?" Silas whispered. "You're serious?"
"Dead serious."
The air shimmered faintly as Silas moved.
He slipped behind the final catering staffer pushing a service cart.
The man passed through a scanning gate.
"Beep— Identity confirmed."
Silas sucked in his breath and pivoted sideways, sliding through just before the gate sealed.
No alarms.
No lights.
His heart pounded.
So this is what elite infiltration feels like…
…
Stairwell – 90 Floors
"Elevators are isolated," Natasha instructed. "Take the stairs."
"Stairs? That's ninety floors!"
"Cardio builds character. Move."
…
Twenty minutes later…
Silas leaned over the 89th-floor railing, breathing hard.
"I'm… here."
"What do you see?"
"Door's open… incense smell. Strong."
He cracked the emergency stairwell door and slipped inside.
-----
Inside the Penthouse
He nearly gasped.
Tony Stark's sleek, futuristic penthouse had transformed into something obscene and medieval.
Crimson velvet draped the walls. Golden candlelight flickered.
At the center, the Mind Scepter was mounted in an energy harness, blue light pulsing upward into a massive server array.
Tony Stark stood before it in a loose silk shirt, collar open, dark circles under his eyes, working feverishly.
Bruce Banner sat cross-legged nearby, welding components into a metallic helmet.
At the far end of the chamber—
Lorelei reclined lazily on a custom iron throne layered in fur.
One leg rested casually over Clint Barton's shoulder as he massaged her calf with devotional intensity.
"…If this hits YouTube, it breaks the algorithm," Silas muttered.
He shifted quietly into a corner, adjusting his helmet cam.
"Natasha, you seeing this?"
"Yes."
Her voice was ice.
…
Lorelei rose gracefully.
"Is it ready yet, my craftsmen? My patience has limits."
Tony turned, eyes fever-bright.
"Almost, my Queen."
He gestured toward the device.
"I call it… Ultron X."
A world map flashed holographically, dozens—no, hundreds—of red satellite points blinking.
"When the satellites align overhead in one hour…"
Tony's voice trembled with fanatic pride.
"Ultron X will amplify the Scepter's neural frequency across the entire planet."
"Every organism carrying a Y chromosome will hear your call."
Bruce looked up, smiling with eerie devotion.
"Even Antony. If he's a man… he won't escape."
Lorelei threw her arms wide, intoxicated by the vision.
"The world kneeling. How divine."
Silas felt cold sweat form.
"She's insane," he whispered. "She wants every man on Earth to become another Barton?"
"That's enough," Natasha cut in sharply.
"One hour is too short."
"Target confirmed."
There was a beat of silence.
Then—
"Pietro," Natasha said calmly,
"Move."
--------------
T/N:
Access Advance Chapters on my
P@treon: [email protected]/PokePals